Love is the evidence of God. Seen live and direct in being able to particularly thrive among the difficult. To know help that comes, part believing on... while on the other; a deep imparting and outworking from the present here/now Holy Spirit.

Write these posts to give myself a burst of fuel for the day. Reminders, referencing back, for . . .

The 'Message' has it; we can now—without hesitation—walk right up to God. Sure I don't know what this means. Oh can spout theory, thankfully testify to experiences but really... the evidence is manifest in word and deed.

Believing and truly so, takes a lot more boldness than my normal shabby state. Lot more being in a place . . .

Half the time, the desire to type, is to God and make prayer. Cringe at being read-otherwise, as if and when, care that is. As advertised; 'indulgent'. Somehow though relieves, or better said, release through expression. Granted, this public dimension-ing is somewhat kooky. And more inter-net...

Don't want to be a hypocrite weighs heavy. Need to get off the web. Out from under its sticky compelling clutches. Lacking fellowship, becomes a window to stare out from. A rampart and seeming newswire announcing the turmoil.

Increasingly all rings hollow. The sound of idle speculation or ear tickling and always learning, and never to a . . .

Most often disagree, here and there, with what I write and think. Yesterday, claiming association with progressive -and- evangelical, in supposed contrast to 'traditional'. Better said, self-define as neither yet aspects of both. Find what good can in Christians output but there are no homes. No one gets the combo arrived at. . . .